Chapter 66 Full of Blood

This unexpected discovery made Feng Junyang sleepless, and the second lady didn't die chasing the moon! Moreover, from the old woman He's mother's words, "Clean the room... When the second lady comes back, the room is still clean." In that, it can be guessed that the second old man knew that the second lady was not dead, and may also know her whereabouts, and even often came back to live in the Moon Chasing Pavilion!

So where has she gone now? Doesn't she know that such a big thing happened in the Moon Chasing Pavilion? Doesn't she know that the old couple of He's mother, who used to be like her biological parents, lived a life of life rather than death? They are old and need to be taken care of. Can they bear to suffer here?

Is she suffering, or does she want to forget the pain brought to her here?

He couldn't sleep and gently pushed open the door of the Moon Chasing Pavilion and walked out.

On the summer night after the rain, the wind came quietly, with the smell of fresh soil. The night here was calm and peaceful, as if nothing had happened. If he hadn't seen the row of lonely tombs under the osmanthus tree, he really had an illusion that everything in the moon-chasing pavilion was just asleep, and everything would have happened after dawn. Get better.

In the morning, he and his master will go to Jinmei Villa. He began to feel uneasy. What will happen tomorrow? He was frightened and looked forward to it, hoping that it would be dawn soon! Dawn is hoping that everything can be solved and answered when he arrives at Jinmei Villa.

The person who followed him with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine is now near the Moon Pavilion or did he go to Jinmei Villa to wait for their arrival? He is eager to know his true face and the purpose of his tracking. Thinking so, he turned to the next room called Ye Xuanji. What are you waiting for? Let's go now!

He pushed the door in, and Ye Xuanji did not sleep. He sat under the yellow candlelight with a book in his hand. Now, he took off his hat and took a quiet look. Except for his pale face and deep eyes, there was nothing particularly necessary for him to wear a hat all day. He was stunned when he saw Feng Junyang coming in, and then asked, "Can't you sleep?"

"How dare you read at night? No, let's go!" Feng Junyang was energetic and said impatiently, "Anyway, I can't sleep. Why don't we go to Jinmei Villa now?"

"Aren't you afraid of ghosts?" Ye Xuanji asked in surprise, "Why are you so energetic all of a sudden?"

"I just want to know if I'm the Mei family!" He said, picked up his luggage and walked out of the door, urging, "Go, Master! What are you waiting for?"

Ye Xuanji did not move, took the book in his hand and turned it over. He said regretfully, "I also want to read the book quietly all night."

"When did you become so hard! I found that you were sick during the day when you came out of Lanyue Villa, but you were energetic at night. He approached Ye Xuanji and said mysteriously, "Is something wrong with you?"

"No. Where is it?" He was a little panicked and said melancholy, "I'm afraid that I won't have a chance to read again in the future."

"What's wrong with you? You always say these depressing words! Just like after tomorrow, you..."

"What will happen to you if I die after tomorrow?" Ye Xuanji suddenly took over.

"Don't tell jokes! If you die, it will be the third time you 'die'. Whether it's true or not, I guess I won't shed a tear. Because the first time you 'dead' in Lanyue Villa, you exhausted my worries and thoughts; the second time you 'dead' on the train, drained my tears... So, live well and don't expect to die. The only person in the world who loves you will not suffer for your death. If you die, Ye Xuanji, I will think you are a coward! All right, you clean it up. I'll wait for you outside.

Feng Junyang said these words, half true and half false. He wanted to make Ye Xuanji alive in this way, because he came out of Lanyue Villa and was strange. He thought that the master must not be able to stand the blow given by Mei Lanyue. After he wanted to completely "kill" Mei Lanyue, he also went to a dead end. Mei Lanyue died and Feng Junyang grew up. What else is worth remembering... He was afraid that his master couldn't think about it. He just wanted him to find a quiet place to live in seclusion and live under the east fence of picking chrysanthemums and see Nanshan leisurely. The retirement life.

Ye Xuanji took this sentence seriously. Feng Junyang turned around and left. His face was instantly as white as paper, and his facial muscles kept twitching. Finally, he saw red blood dripping from the book in front of him, one drop or two drops, blooming on white paper, like blood-red plum blossoms...

He asked himself, am I crying?

A handsome urging came from outside the door. He quickly put away the book, wiped his bloody eyes, put on his hat and went out of the door.

Feng Junyang said silent goodbye to the dead moon-chasing pavilion. Ye Xuanji said in the night, "If you want to leave, you will come here in the future. You don't have to be so reluctant..."

"I don't want to come." Feng Junyang muttered, "I suddenly found that people everywhere I went were going to suffer. I went to Yazhu Qingshe and burned several guys to death; when I went to Qianfo Town, Qianhe died; when I took the train, a car of people died; when I went to the Moon Chasing Pavilion, the last two old people who were alive also died... Am I just a bereaved star?"

"Stop it, everything will be final soon." Ye Xuanji walked in front and comforted him, "I hope everything goes well..."

From the Moon Chasing Pavilion to Jinmei Villa, there are four or five large and small villages in the middle, but these villages are undoubtedly like the Moon Chasing Pavilion, with black lights and no popularity at all. Sure enough, as the old man said, the villages near Jinmei Villa are dead! Those once fresh and vigorous lives can't stand the sunshine. His heart is sad, and his life is so fragile and weak...

"Master, let me ask you a question. Have you ever seen something that can burn by itself in the sun?

"I haven't seen it. Are you trying to find the reason for the people who died in these places? Feng Junyang, I advise you not to make trouble. Ye Xuanji said in a strange tone, "You can't afford to provoke."

"Why can't I afford to provoke? How capable is he?"

"Because..." Ye Xuanji took a sharp turn, "They are ghosts."

He stopped talking. Ye Xuanji always covered up. His intuition told himself that the master must know about this matter and knew that it was man-made! Now it is perfunctory in the ghost's words.

"After this mountainside, we will arrive. Be careful, there is a puddle..." Before Ye Xuanji's words fell, Feng Junyang fell to the sky and threw the luggage in his hand far away.

"What bad luck! Looking at it, are you going to give me a mawei..." When he got up and went to pick up Ye Xuanji's luggage and picked up Ye Xuanji's luggage, he felt that his hands were wet. He said apologetically, "Master, your bag has fallen into the water and may have wet your books and clothes..."

"It's okay. Give it to me and I'll take it myself. You are not familiar with the road. With that, he took his luggage in his hand and said with concern, "Didn't you fall?"

"No, it's just that the buttocks are blooming..." He clapped the mud on his hands and felt that his hands were sticky. He picked it up and looked closer. His hands were full of blood!

Just now, his back and buttocks were clearly on the ground, and his hands were not on the ground at all, that is to say, his hands were not injured. Where did the blood come from?

I just helped a master's luggage bag...

So he stepped forward quickly, grabbed the luggage from Ye Xuanji's hand, and said coquettishly, "How can you let Master take the bag? The black light is blind, you can lead the way. I'm more powerful than you..."

Ye Xuanji was very useful when he heard this. He simply handed the bag to Feng Junyang and said gently, "I'll give you a chance to perform!"

Feng Junyang carried the master and his bag on his left hand, hummed a little tune all the way as if nothing had happened, followed the master, and said something irrelevant. However, when Ye Xuanji didn't pay attention, his right hand quietly opened Master's bag and put his hand in.

He touched a hairy thing! He was so shocked that he almost shouted out that the furry thing was soft on his body, as if it still had residual warmth! He touched its limbs and its tail again!

It looks like a cat!

Then, he found some fragments. He took out a piece and took a look. It was the white porcelain bottle that Master used to drink water these days, and there was also blood on the fragments...

His heart suddenly tightened!

Master drank the water in the porcelain bottle in the morning. He saw the blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Master said that his teeth were bleeding...

I haven't seen Master eat these days...

He wears a hat during the day and is full of energy at night...

His face is pale, his eyes are deep, and his face is stiff...

In the afternoon, he was covered with water, as if he was on his way or in the forest, but he said he was sleeping...

The key is what he does with a small animal in his bag! Did the blood flow from the porcelain bottle or from the animals?

Any of these two situations frightened him!

His feet can't move!

"Junyang, what are you grinding?" Ye Xuanji was a little impatient, "Catch up!"

"Oh..."

"Can't you hold it?" Ye Xuanji turned around and came back! Why did he feel that his eyes flashed like a firefly in the dark, just like a dream of a red boat!

"Oh! Why did you break it for me!" When Ye Xuanji arrived, Feng Junyang didn't know it. He took the bag in Feng Junyang's hand and said regretfully, "It's a pity that this is a big trouble..."

"Master...Father, what do you do with these things?" He was terrified.

"Useful!" Ye Xuanji said strangely, "Originally, I didn't want to tell you so early... Now, since you know! I'll tell you!"

"What...what?" Feng Junyang tried to control his emotions. He hated himself and thought far away. At the critical moment, his legs trembled!

"This bottle of blood was given by me. As for this, you look carefully, it's a black dog. The blood of the black dog is the nemesis of the ghost..." Ye Xuanji said, took out the furry thing, raised it to Feng Junyang's eyes and swayed around. It was indeed a little black dog, and he was already out of breath at this time.

"Look at you, not to mention breaking my porcelain bottle, I stabbed the little black dog to death. What should I do? I'm about to arrive at Jinmei Villa..." Ye Xuanji looked helpless.

"Aren't you drinking water with this porcelain bottle?"

"This is it!" Ye Xuanji took out another identical porcelain bottle from his pocket, opened it, and asked Feng Junyang, "Would you like to have a sip?" What are you doubting about me?

"No, I just feel dizzy when I see blood."

"Without these two things, it's useless to go to Jinmei Villa!" Ye Xuanji said, sitting on the stone, as if he were depressed.

"There's nothing we can do?"

"Yes. But I'm afraid you don't want to."

"What can I do?" Feng Junyang felt that he was suspicious of his master just now. At this time, if there is a way to remedy it, he is also willing to try.

"Just use your blood." Ye Xuanji said that the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if he expected that Feng Junyang would agree.

"Is it feasible?"

"It's feasible, as long as you are still a boy!" Ye Xuanji said and laughed.

"It's almost not!" He also smiled and remembered the dream of the red boat. He couldn't help blushing and heartbeat. Fortunately, it was a dream, otherwise there would be no way to make up for the big disaster caused today!